Wrong Planet Disorder

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Hi,

do any of you REALLY feel like you're living on the wrong planet? That was how I originally found Wrong Planet - because I did a Google search because I felt like I was born on the wrong planet.

I haven't crossed over to the realm of psychosis and as a result, I really do know I'm human but I do remember when I was about 6 years old, looking up at the stars at night and thinking "When are they coming back to pick me up?" I didn't know if I was left here for safety, punishment or to learn a lesson but I've got to admit, if I was left here to learn a lesson, the only lesson I've learned so far is that these humans can be the cruelest, coldest bastards you don't ever want to meet and I really don't want to be amongst them. That's why I choose solitude!

Do any of you REALLY feel like you're living on the wrong planet?

m8, I feel like I'm on the wrong planet on Wrong Planet >_>.

But to answer your question... yes. I never felt like I belonged to my family when growing up: I had a very strong sense of not mattering. It felt like I had no personality or didn't know who I was. I knew my name, age, school, etc. I knew the biographical details of my life but not who "I" was.

I have no memory of this at all, but according to my mum when I was about 6 or 7 I went around telling my family members that "everyone hated me" at a family do. Posterity has not recorded their reaction, but knowing my family, it would've been one of cluenessness and indifference: I feel like I could have been beaten up silly in front of them sometimes and they still would have ignored it/brushed it aside somehow.

When I became a teenager, I had a lot of fantasies about meeting an older, wiser adult who would understand me - nothing sexual or romantic about it. I just craved being understood by somebody, I guess.

So yeah. Never crossed over to the realm of psychosis either, but have sometimes been tempted by it

I have a very strong feeling of being different from other people. I feel like I'm unable to relate to most people. I often feel like an alien anthropologist observing these weird bipedal apes.

Sometimes I have even felt less human due to generalizations about how all humans are that don't apply to me. However, I do realize now that the people making those generalizations are doing so because they can't imagine another person having radically different experiences from them.

I would rather be different than be like everyone else. I find that NTs tend to make errors in thinking due to using their emotions to guide them rather than logic. Also, they center their understanding of the world on people and social interaction rather than on objects. When this awful social skills curriculum called Social Thinking successfully made me think the way of NTs more, my ability to function decreased because I was continually doing something my brain was not built to do.

Oh yes, the WP name is very apt and I'm sure it's common to feel just that way. I've felt like the black sheep of society since I was very young. When the hippie thing started in the late 60s, I figured that if there was any hope, it was with them, which says a lot about my opinion of mainstream society. I was also very interested in socialism, for similar reasons.

I also feel that I'm on the wrong planet a good chunk of the time. I've always felt that some spaceship or flying saucer brought me here from a futuristic planet. Some Earth-like planet that was 200 years into the future where gender, class and religion didn't matter. People could do what was right for themselves, without judgement. I had to learn to fend for myself this gender rich planet. I wanted to go back to my home planet where it was the 22nd Century, but I had to settle for a lot more than I've bargained for. I'm a Transgendered alien who was possibly a Cockney during my time on the old planet who discovered an awesome 60s band that recorded songs about London, England and gender issues. The Kinks has helped this alien through very tough times. This alien has also rediscovered computers after being away from the advanced technology that was widely available on the old, futuristic planet. Somehow this alien fell in love with the 60s and became a Mod, (not to be confused with hippie).

Somethings tells me that life on the right planet might be worse for me.

I do. Not feeling I belonged even I'm welcomed, accepted, respected, and loved, I still feel out of place. I always feel that I should be somewhere else. Wherever that place is. Or waiting for something to get me, which I don't know what it is. A constant feeling that I can't stay forever, even I call a place home, it doesn't feel exactly like home. More like familiar-more predictable-comfortable home than a welcome-stay-here-forever home.
I barely use the word 'forever' unlike most NTs, who would say that to their relationships (family, friends, lovers, any group) I never said 'forever' to any them, even they said it to me. She calls me 'BFF', I only call her 'bestie'.

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Yes, I feel like the stranger in a strange land. Even at my school where everyone has autism.

Never felt I was on the "wrong planet" or so. However, I always felt that I was living in some kind of ghetto though, but instead of race or income it's purely based on neurotype. It really doesn't help that the depressed and bullied kids always seem to be autistic, and the people that live more miserable lives end up being on the spectrum...

Hell, I fantasize that I live in an alternate universe where all the people on the spectrum are put in segregated neighborhoods, and we one day have our own version of the 1992 L.A. riots or Ferguson.

That's actually how I ended up here as well. I searched, "Do you ever feel like you're on the wrong planet?". I have a memory from when I was little of my grandma driving me through the country roads at night. I was looking up at the sky and the stars and thinking that if there were aliens that they should come and take me because that is where I belonged. Interestingly I was about the same age you were when I had that thought, around 6 or 7.

At the very least, The Wrong Country. I feel a desire to expatriate and try living somewhere else.

Even if I don't fit in, at least then I would have the excuse of being a foreigner.